I immediately made a voice call to 404.

The other party hung up.

Tried video chat, but they hung up instantly.

Me:

【Answer the phone! Where did you get the photo?

【How did you get the surveillance footage?

【And how did you know I was just about to leave?

【Unless...】

I paused.

My neck stiffened, slowly turning my head to gaze at the mural in the dining room, as if a pair of invisible eyes were hidden there.

5 minutes later.

The floor was littered with over ten pinhole cameras that I had found.

These cameras were hidden in various corners of my home.

In the living room air conditioner, behind the bedroom dressing mirror, inside the bathroom toilet, and under the showerhead...

No wonder, even though I was the only one at home, I always had a feeling of being watched.

But 404 has never set foot inside my home.

Just as I was in a state of extreme shock and panic.

I suddenly heard a slight noise outside the door.

Because I lived alone, I was particularly sensitive to any sound.

The sound was like someone trying their best to tiptoe and walk cautiously.

Step by step, getting closer, and finally pausing at the door.

I held my breath, my bare feet on the floor.

Holding back my wildly beating heart, I didn't make a single sound.

Slowly approaching the peephole...